When we were boys on Babel Island we were sent by our Elders to get ﬂour for our dampers and Johnny cakes to have with our cooked birds. We would cross a stretch of water known as the Spit, walk some thirty miles down the eastern side of Flinders Island into Lady Barron port. We camped overnight and walked all the way back the next day, crossing the spit with heavy ﬂour bags on our heads, sometimes up to our neck in the water.